Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 26, 2025
In the first place, Pearlie is fat. Not plump, or rounded, or dimpled, or deliciously curved, but FAT. She bulges in all the wrong places, including her chin. I protest when I discover that Sis has been over my papers. It bothers me. Pearlie Schultz used to sit on the front porch summer evenings and watch the couples stroll by, and weep in her heart. A fat girl with a fat girl's soul is a comedy.
The two quarreled a great deal, being so nearly of a nature. But the very qualities that combated each other seemed, by some strange chemical process, to bring them together as well. "I'm going downtown today to do a little shopping," Minnie would say. "Do you want to come along, Ma?" "What you got to get?" "Oh, I thought I'd look at a couple little dresses for Pearlie."
Here a shout sounded outside, and Bugsey came tumbling in and said he thought he had seen Pearlie coming away down the road across the track, whereupon Danny cried so uproariously that Bugsey, like the gentleman he was, withdrew his statement, or at least modified it by saying it might be Pearlie and it might not.
"Why, you poor kid," breathed Pearlie, her pale eyes fixed on him in motherly pity. "You oughtn't to do that. You'll get so thin your girl won't know you." Sam looked up, quickly. "How in thunderation did you know ?"
"Say," Pearlie interrupted, abruptly, "you ain't got a real good corset-cover pattern, have you? One that fits smooth over the bust and don't slip off the shoulders? I don't seem able to get my hands on the kind I want." "Have I!" yelled the leading lady. And made a flying leap from the bed to the floor.
Her hair is skimpy and she don't wear no rat. W'y no traveling man has ever tried to flirt with Pearlie yet. Pearlie's what you'd call a woman, all right. You wouldn't never make a mistake and think she'd escaped from the first row in the chorus." The leading lady rose from the bed, reached out for her pocket-book, extracted a dime, and held it out to the bell-boy. "Here.
I guess there can't be no kick about that, Pearl thought to herself as Bugsey finished, and the applause rang out loud and louder. Pearlie had forgotten to tell Bugsey to come down when he was done, and so he stood irresolute, as the applause grew more and more deafening. Pearl beckoned and waved and at last got him safely landed, and when Mrs.
In the meantime, if there's anything I can do for you, I'm yours to command." Pearlie turned to him, suddenly. "You see that clump of thick shadows ahead of us, where those big trees stand in front of our house?" "Sure," replied Sam.
He's on the bench with the baseball bunch." Pearlie had not seen Sid Strang outside. She did not need to. She knew he was there. In our town all the young men dress up in their pale gray suits and lavender-striped shirts after supper on summer evenings.
Her mother had cried when she left home it was a girl's birthright to be well cried over Pearlie Watson would not go forth unwept! "Cheer up, Ma," said Pearl kindly, "I'm not going to jail, and I'm not taking the veil or going across the sea. I can call you up for fifteen cents, and I'll be bringing you home my washing every two weeks so I will not be lost entirely." Mrs.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking